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    “Tell me, why can people share hardships but not wealth?”

    After the cigarette burned out, Shuang Yu, having processed the Vicious Ghost’s memories, remained silent for a long time before asking in a hoarse voice. So much for being a White Moonlight or a Cinnabar Mole. In the end, they just become an unremarkable White Rice Grain or a smear of Mosquito Blood.

    [People are selfish. The original host carried all of Gu Qiyan’s darkest and most hidden past, a past he had to bury. As the saying goes, you can only share adversity with a king, not prosperity. It’s the same principle as an emperor killing his meritorious officials after his throne is secure. The original host knew too many secrets, and his prestige in the association was even higher than Gu Qiyan’s. His achievements outshone his master’s. When love is weighed against an empire, it’s not worth mentioning.]

    Xiao Ai was silent for a long while before sighing.

    [The Vicious Ghost’s wishes are: to ensure his three little brothers are safe, to kill Gu Yanfeng, to climb to a position higher than Gu Qiyan’s, to let him slowly taste the bitterness of betrayal, and then to kill him with his own hands!]

    “Kill Gu Qiyan?”

    Shuang Yu’s eyes filled with astonishment.

    [The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred. The sin of killing you commit in this world will be borne by the Vicious Ghost. After his resentment is eliminated, he will voluntarily go to the Eighteen Levels of Hell to be punished.]

    Xiao Ai explained.

    “Is it… worth it? You’ve already given your life for him. Are you going to sacrifice all your future lives for him as well?”

    Shuang Yu sighed and gently asked the Vicious Ghost in the Spirit Bead. Ghost Messengers worked hard on missions to help these wronged souls eliminate their resentment so they could be reincarnated. Normally, once Shuang Yu completed a mission, the Vicious Ghost could go to the Underworld Bureau, get a number, and wait in line for reincarnation. During this waiting period, they would become residents of the Underworld. If the Vicious Ghost were to bear the karmic debt of killing, everything Shuang Yu did would be meaningless. The Vicious Ghost would even have to pay a much heavier price. Was it worth it to throw away a lifetime for a heartless person, and on top of that, suffer torment in hell?

    “It’s worth it. He couldn’t accompany me in life, so he can accompany me in hell. A script of loving and killing each other sounds quite interesting. Whether in life or death, he can never dream of leaving me behind!”

    The Vicious Ghost let out a chilling laugh, speaking word by word.

    Shuang Yu was speechless, thinking to himself that this was probably the ultimate form of a yandere’s obsession… Such insane love and hatred were enough to make one’s scalp tingle. Never mind. He was just a Ghost Emissary, not a Buddha. He didn’t have the ability to persuade people to lay down their butcher knives and achieve enlightenment. After all, you shouldn’t advise others to be good without having experienced their suffering. As long as the original host felt it was worth it, then it was worth it!

    Shuang Yu calculated the timing. The moment he’d arrived was still a terrible one, right at Gu Qiyan’s most critical period. The original host had already taken a bullet for him and had his face disfigured. At this point, Gu Qiyan was already beginning to crave power, climbing up at any cost. The original host had secured several deals for Gu Qiyan, gradually earning him the high regard of his father, Gu Huai. But the nail that sticks out gets hammered down. Gu Qiyan’s rise drew the dissatisfaction of his half-brother, Gu Yanfeng. After learning that the two were lovers in private, Gu Yanfeng had the original host kidnapped. To humiliate Gu Qiyan, he had the original host drugged and filmed, then spread the video widely.

    After this incident, a rift appeared in Gu Qiyan and the original host’s relationship. Gu Qiyan, who had emotional mysophobia, felt that the original host was now dirty. A knot formed in his heart, and he would vomit whenever he touched the original host. The original host also felt he was no longer worthy of Gu Qiyan and eventually chose to break up peacefully, remaining friends. The point in time Shuang Yu had arrived at was the first day of the original host’s capture. He had already been injected with the Forbidden Drug and photographed. The men who had just come in were the first batch of lackeys who had lost at rock-paper-scissors and were preparing to take turns with the original host.

    [My lord, is your body okay? Can you hold on?]

    Xiao Ai asked with concern. After all, it was a one-to-one replica. The lord’s current state was not one for fighting; the drug was at its peak.

    “I have to hold on even if I can’t. I have no desire to be defiled by these ugly bastards,” Shuang Yu snorted, his teeth gritted.

    A gang fight would only drain his strength. It was better to take them all out in one go… If there were no handsome men to catch his eye, then he would just have to solve this with violence!

    A cold glint flashed in Shuang Yu’s eyes as he stood up and pulled open the iron door. In the abandoned factory, dozens of men were smoking and drinking. Hearing the door open, they thought their brothers were done and turned around, teasing as they did.

    “Damn, you guys are useless. Finished in just half an hour…”

    Before they could finish, they all froze.

    “I’m in a hurry. You can all come at me at once.”

    Shuang Yu lazily beckoned to them. His tone was calm and indifferent, yet it sent an inexplicable chill down their spines.

    “You son of a bitch…”

    The thugs cursed and charged at him. The battle was about to begin.

    ***

    Meanwhile, Gu Qiyan, who had been searching for the original host for three days, was on the verge of a breakdown.

    “You’re all a bunch of fucking wastes! So many of you can’t even find one person? Get the hell out there and find him!”

    He kicked over a subordinate kneeling on the ground, his eyes bloodshot with rage. The men retreated, trembling. Gu Qiyan proceeded to smash everything he could in his office.

    “Hah… Hah…”

    His head throbbed. He gasped for air, clutching his forehead as he collapsed into a chair, his heart filled with immense anxiety. Xiao Yu, you have to be okay…

    “Boss, some… someone left a folder at our door!”

    Soon, a subordinate burst in, holding a manila envelope.

    Gu Qiyan quickly got up, snatched it, and tore it open. Inside the envelope was a USB drive and countless photos of the original host in a seductive state. His heart felt as if it had stopped at that moment.

    “Everyone, get out!”

    Gu Qiyan ordered his subordinates with a trembling voice and quickly inserted the USB drive into his computer. Soon, a scene that made him break down appeared on the screen. A heart-wrenching pain shot through him, and all the strength seemed to drain from his body in an instant. He collapsed to the floor, retching violently. From the speakers, the incessant sounds of curses and a familiar voice relentlessly assaulted his sanity.

    His phone rang. He answered it, his eyes crimson as he gasped for breath.

    “Little brother, do you like the gift I sent you?”

    Gu Yanfeng’s mocking voice came through the phone.

    “Gu Yanfeng, if you have the fucking guts, come at me! Let Xiao Yu go!”

    Gu Qiyan roared.

    “Keep cursing. The more you curse, the happier I am.”

    “Brother, I was wrong… I was wrong… I’m begging you, let Xiao Yu go… I’ll give you anything you want…”

    “Who the fuck is your brother? You’re just a bastard born from some whore. Do you think you’re worthy of calling me brother? And you even dare to dream of climbing over my head? Who do you think you are? Gu Qiyan, what right do you have to negotiate with me? You want me to let him go? Fine. You two can switch. You can take his place and satisfy my men.”

    Gu Yanfeng cursed back.

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